The delivery of my first child, although harder than I imagined, wasn't anything spectacular. I'm sure it's a level 5 on the grand scale of 1-10, as nothing out of the ordinary happened. Sure, it was painful and gross and beautiful, but I got through feeling like I'd just conquered a super villain. All in all, it was OK. There are some labor and delivery moments I'd love to forget with the birth of my second child, though. In using the aforementioned scale, I'd rate the experience a solid 500 for reasons I'm still not over.
My sweet boy was born on his sister's birthday, exactly five years later. It was a cold Ohio day, early in the fall, and while I was induced for medical reasons (just as I had with his sister), this birth would be anything but ordinary or typical. What started in an eerily similar way ended up being an event for the strong-willed (hint: that wasn't me). There are many things about those days (three days in labor) I'd really love to forget. However, I can't. They've stained my memory for all time.
There's a saying that giving birth is the most painful thing you'll go through but the easiest to forget. While I'd have agreed after my firstborn, I just can't with my youngest. Because, no. With that, here are some of the moments I can't get out of my head (but wish everyone else would).